‘‘I feel like I need a guard to go back down to my office.’’
‘‘I’d be happy to oblige,’’ said Mike, holding out an arm for Diane to pass.
Diane walked with Korey and Mike out of the vault as Alicia, one of Korey’s assistants, was entering.
‘‘Dr. Fallon? Andie told me about last night. That must have been terrifying. Jeez, two nights in a row. You must be feeling besieged.’’
‘‘I’m fine. Thanks, Alicia.’’
‘‘You were attacked again?’’ asked Mike and Korey at the same time.
Diane gave them the briefest description of the events. The two of them gawked at her.
‘‘A few cuts on the soles of my feet from having to flee the house without my shoes, but other than that, I’m fine.’’
‘‘But they caught the guy?’’
‘‘Yes,’’ said Diane. ‘‘They have him.’’
‘‘You be careful, Dr. F.,’’ said Korey when Diane and Mike left the conservation lab.
‘‘Could you use that technique to compare the cut stone I was telling you about with these to see if they were from the same place?’’ Diane asked Mike.
‘‘Yes, but that stone’s already been cut. The owner might not want even a microscopic hole in it. You could ask her.’’
‘‘No, I can’t. She was murdered.’’
Mike stopped in his tracks. ‘‘Her diamond?’’
‘‘Gone.’’
‘‘Damn, Boss. Do you think you should stay in your apartment?’’
‘‘I’m not. I’m staying with Frank.’’
‘‘He’s got a gun, right?’’
Diane frowned. ‘‘It looks like they have the guy.’’
‘‘He’s the one doing all the killings?’’
‘‘That’s what the crime lab is trying to determine.’’ ‘‘If there’s anything you need...’’
‘‘Thanks, Mike. I’d like to relax in a nice, cool dark cave.’’
‘‘Now you’re talking. How about next weekend?’’
‘‘Sounds good. I’ll tell Neva.’’
Mike escorted Diane to her office. She sat down behind her desk, found the business card for Russell Keating, Raymond Waller’s attorney, and gave him a call.
‘‘Mr. Keating, we’ve found items in the baseball memorabilia that probably don’t belong with the base ball bequests. It may be the reason he was murdered, so I need to tell Chief Garnett about it too. Could you come to the museum this afternoon?’’
‘‘This is going to cause me problems with the twins, isn’t it?’’
‘‘I think so.’’
‘‘Lord have mercy.’’ He paused and shuffled some of his papers on his desk. ‘‘I can be there at three thirty.’’
Russell Keating and Chief Douglas Garnett sat in front of Diane’s desk staring at the stones she had in front of her.
‘‘And you say these are worth how much?’’ asked
Keating.
‘‘Our geologist says they would be worth more than
two hundred thousand dollars after they were cut.’’ ‘‘That’s what his murderer was after,’’ said Garnett.
‘‘It has to be. We’ll have to hold these as evidence.’’ ‘‘Hold on now, evidence of what? Of your idea that
this is what the murderer was after? You thought the
murderer was after the collection and you didn’t hold
it as evidence. You told me you brought it to the
museum for safekeeping.’’
‘‘We don’t know who the diamonds belong to,’’
said Garnett.
‘‘The hell we don’t. They belong to Raymond Wal
ler’s estate. They were in his possession.’’
‘‘Where did he get diamonds that valuable on his
salary as a morgue assistant?’’
‘‘It doesn’t matter,’’ said Keating. ‘‘He could have
found them in his backyard. He owned his house and
property, including the mineral rights. These aren’t cut
diamonds. They are the way God made them.’’ ‘‘This is Georgia. We don’t have diamonds just lying
around,’’ said Garnett.
Diane cleared her throat, and they both looked at her. ‘‘According to Mike, in the 1800s when prospectors
panned for gold in Georgia, occasionally they’d find
small diamonds. It sparked a few diamond rushes, but
no one has been able to find the source.’’
‘‘So he could have found these in his backyard,’’
said Keating.
‘‘None has ever been found this large. I believe
Mike told me the largest ever found was about two
carats. I think it would be unlikely he’d find three
significantly larger ones in his backyard.’’
‘‘But not impossible,’’ said lawyer Keating. ‘‘Mr. Keating. Why don’t you let us keep them in
our safe for the time being? You have a good argu
ment, and all things being equal, it will certainly hold
up in court. However, Mr. Waller was murdered, and
Chief Garnett wants to find out who did it. And these
stones may very well belong to someone else—for in
stance, Mr. Waller may have been holding them for
a friend.’’
‘‘How would anyone else claim them?’’ asked Keat
ing. ‘‘All three look alike. How would this hypotheti
cal friend describe them to a court of law?’’ ‘‘By the internal structure. It’s like a fingerprint.
Every diamond is unique.’’
‘‘All right, then. I certainly don’t want to keep them
in my office.’’
‘‘That’s fine by me,’’ said Garnett. ‘‘And I don’t
want to take anything that rightfully belongs to his
heirs.’’ He shook his head. ‘‘This is getting far too
complicated.’’
‘‘What are you complaining about?’’ said Keating.
‘‘You don’t have to deal with the twins.’’
Chapter 38
Chief Garnett stayed after Russell Keating went back to his office. It was not the first time he’d been in Diane’s museum office, but he hadn’t paid any atten tion to the decor that first time, as Diane recalled. It had been strictly business. He stared at the photo graph of her dangling at the end of a rope from the vertical entrance to a cave.
‘‘This is what you do for fun?’’
‘‘Yes. It’s very relaxing.’’
‘‘If you say so. It doesn’t look relaxing to me.’’ He
turned his attention to the Escher prints on the other wall—an impossible waterfall, a castle with its equally impossible ascending and descending staircase, and a tessellation of angels and devils. ‘‘I wonder what our profiler would think of all this,’’ he said.
‘‘How’s he working out?’’
‘‘Actually, I don’t find him very useful. He has to change his profile substantially every time we get a new bit of information. He was the commissioner’s idea,’’ he added.
‘‘He’ll have to change the profile again, after this. You realize we have two victims now with diamonds that they shouldn’t have been able to afford.’’
‘‘So you don’t buy the backyard deal?’’ said Garnett with a tired smile.
‘‘Of course not.’’
‘‘Where did they get them?’’ He sat down again across from Diane and crossed his legs.
‘‘The choices are: he bought them, he stole them, he found them, they were given to him,’’ said Diane. ‘‘It seems unlikely that he bought them. He may have stolen them, but he didn’t have theft in his background.’’
‘‘A lot of money adds up to a lot of temptation.’’
‘‘Yes, it does. Perhaps Raymond Waller, Chris Ed wards and Steven Mayberry worked together,’’ sa
id Diane. ‘‘They got hold of the diamonds, had a fallingout and killed each other. Perhaps Steven Mayberry is the last man standing.’’
‘‘For the first time, we’re getting somewhere.’’ Garnett unfolded his legs and leaned forward, his fore arms on his knees.
mind was racing
another thing Chris
through possibilities. and Raymond had in
Diane’s ‘‘There’s common afford—a victims.’’
‘‘Coincidence,’’ argument.
‘‘Maybe. Let’s were found hanging. That is a very uncommon way to murder someone. They were all dressed alike in clothes that didn’t fit. In fact, all the clothes were the same size—extra-large coveralls.’’
‘‘Were they?’’
‘‘It was in the report.’’
‘‘That’s right.’’
besides having diamonds they couldn’t direct connection to the Cobber’s Wood
Garnett offered, as a counter
look at them for a moment. They ‘‘That could have been to conceal their identities too,’’ said Diane. ‘‘He wanted to get rid of their clothes, but he didn’t want them naked.’’ She shrugged.
Garnett pulled up his chair and leaned on Diane’s desk. ‘‘And the tips of their fingers were cut off. That was either to thwart identification, or to collect a trophy.’’
‘‘I can see why the profiler thinks it’s a serial killer,’’ said Diane. ‘‘That’s what it looks like. The guy who was calling me certainly sounded
would peg him as a candidate for
like a nutcase. I a serial killer—I
mean, the flowers, then attacking me.’’
‘‘But he also suggested he was angry about some in bullying—he talked justice. What was it—gossip,
about?’’
‘‘Yes, he did. Let’s look at
way,’’ said Diane. ‘‘He said he is not a murderer. He
seems obsessed with justice—and injustice. If he com
mitted the Cobber’s Wood murders, perhaps he
hanged them for their real or imagined crimes, what
ever they might have been. He dressed them up like
prisoners. Perhaps he really believes himself to be
their executioner for just cause, not their murderer.
Their fingers were cut off to avoid them being identi
fied if they were found.’’
‘‘What if they’d been found before their faces rot
ted? They could have been identified that way.’’ Diane frowned for a moment. ‘‘Maybe there is a
reason the fingerprints are a greater threat to identifi
cation than their faces or their teeth.’’
‘‘How’s that?’’ asked Garnett.
‘‘They grew up in the northeast, not here. Maybe
that’s where they lived, and he thought being far away
from home would delay identification.’’
the killings another ‘‘They grew up in the northeast? How do you
know that?’’
‘‘We got back the chemical analysis on the bones.
Different regions of the world have different chemi
cals in their soil and different kinds of air pollutions.
These chemical combinations show up in bones. I sent
the report to your office.’’
‘‘I haven’t seen it. You’re thinking that he thought
they might not be recognized down here, far away
from home?’’
‘‘Yes. But he might have realized we’d put their
fingerprints through a database and get a hit, so he
cut their fingers off.’’
‘‘Speaking of fingerprints,’’ said Garnett. ‘‘David hasn’t gotten a hit off any of the fingerprints
we’ve found and he’s been through all the databases
we have access to.’’
Diane realized that she hadn’t yet told Garnett
about the tasks she’d assigned to Jin and Neva. She
explained her idea about the plastic surgery discussion
boards and Neva’s idea about the tattoo discussion
boards.
‘‘It’s a long shot,’’ she said.
‘‘But that was a good idea. What did we do before
the Internet?’’
Diane ignored his comment and continued. ‘‘The
DNA results on the shed hair may take a while, or it
might not work. I haven’t heard from Jin.’’ Garnett stood up. ‘‘I feel like we made some prog
ress. It was good to talk it out.’’ He sounded surprised
as he said it, as if he hadn’t really expected he could
talk to Diane and get anywhere.
Diane’s door swung open and Star peeked in. ‘‘Star,’’ said Frank. ‘‘Ever heard of knocking first?’’ He came in behind Star and put his hands on her
shoulders.
‘‘It’s all right. We’re finished,’’ said Diane. Frank and Garnett shook hands. Star stood staring.
She suddenly held out her hand to shake Garnett’s. ‘‘Hello, I know who you are. I’m the girl who didn’t
kill her family.’’
‘‘Star!’’ said Frank and Diane together.
Garnett had a pained look on his face, muttered
something about being sorry for her loss, said good
bye to Diane and hurried out.
‘‘Well,’’ said Star when he was gone. ‘‘When you
use bad judgment, there are consequences. Isn’t that
what you are always telling me, Uncle Frank? So, can
I see the mummy and the Victorian pickle jar?’’ Frank and Diane looked at each other and sighed. ‘‘The mummy’s upstairs.’’
She took them up to the conservation lab and
showed them the amulets and the mummy. Star was
fascinated with both, but disappointed that the object
in the pickle jar had been used to get blood and tissue
samples. Frank was more interested in the baseball
collection that Korey showed him. Afterward, they
had dinner in the museum restaurant and Diane fol
lowed them home in her rental SUV.
Diane curled up on the couch with Frank and a
glass of wine, hoping that there wouldn’t be any mur
ders tonight.
‘‘This has been a nice evening,’’ she said. ‘‘We had a good time. Loved that baseball col
lection.’’
‘‘I needed to slow down. Too much has been hap
pening.’’
‘‘I’ve planned for your relaxation,’’ he said. ‘‘The doors and windows are locked and barred. Star is stay ing in tonight, so all is well. Oh, and I caught two of my identity thieves today. Two seventeen-year-olds from upper-middle-class families. They would have just gotten a slap on the wrist, but one of the people whose identity they stole has a brother who is a state
senator, so their butts are in trouble.’’
‘‘Do you believe in coincidences?’’
‘‘They happen, but as a rule, no.’’
‘‘As a rule, I don’t either. And that’s what is nag
ging at me. There doesn’t appear to be any logic to
the connections that Edwards, Mayberry and Waller
had with the hanging victims. We can’t figure out if it
means anything. But the odds seem so much against
pure coincidence.’’
‘‘Don’t think about it. Just let it relax in your brain
and the answer will come to you.’’
‘‘You’re right. I’ll just enjoy you and my wine.’’ Star came into the living room and sat cross-legged
in a chair opposite them.
‘‘I get to pick out the clothes, don’t I? I mean, I
know you’re paying for them and all.’’
‘‘You get to pick them out. Does this mean you are
going to give college a try?’’
‘‘Jennifer’s going to Bartram. Stephanie’s going to
the University of Georgia. If they can do it, I suppose
I can give it a try. It’s just a year, isn’t it? I can do
anything for a year—even prison time.’’ She settled
back in the chair. ‘‘I have a question.’’
‘‘What’s that?’’ asked Diane.
‘‘Is it a whole year, like, I mean, most schools let
out in the summer. Does a year mean I have to go to
summer school too?’’
‘‘Star,’’ began Frank. ‘‘It sounds like you’re trying
to figure out how to do as little as possible.’’ ‘‘No, I’m just trying to get the rules straight so I
know what I have to do.’’
‘‘One academic year. You don’t have to go to sum
mer school. But you do have to have a two point
seven GPA.’’
‘‘What if I work real hard and only have a two
point six?’’
‘‘That would be tragic,’’ said Diane.
‘‘Okay.’’ She unfolded herself and bounded out of
the room.
‘‘You know,’’ said Frank, ‘‘family life can be nice.’’ Diane nodded, but the talk of family life always
made her feel the sharp pain of Ariel’s absence.
Chapter 39
Jin bopped into Diane’s crime lab office and slammed a folder down on her desk.
‘‘We did it, Boss. It’s in there.’’ He did a little dance and spun around.
‘‘You’re going to have to be a little more specific. We’ve got so many things working.’’
‘‘The hair. The hair. They matched the hair,’’ he sang.
‘‘The shed hair protocol worked?’’
‘‘GBI came through. They’re all very excited. It matched with the blood in your apartment perfectly— I’m talking nuclear DNA. This is exciting.’’
‘‘Jin, you’ve earned your pay. Would you like to take a copy of the report to Garnett?’’
Jin grinned. ‘‘Sure. I’d love showing him the kind of magic we can perform, and wipe some of those smirks off those guys downtown. Of course, most of them won’t even realize what a feat it was to get read able nuclear DNA from shed hair.’’
‘‘Do you get those smirks too? I thought it was just me,’’ said Diane.
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